I'm very excited to announce the launch of CJ's new short story, Treaters. Now, as you know, I'm a real life imaginary dragon, and you know I've seen some scary things over the course of the centuries, but this book gave me the willies.
I had some sleepless nights, I can tell you. Even the blurb sends shivers down my spine.
The enemy came from below, from the pits of whatever Hells inhabit our deepest nightmares.
The armies fought. The armies died. The wave of death consumed the world, while my buddies and I drank beer, around a camp fire on a fishing trip.
They’re dead now too. My family, friends and life are gone, ripped away on that Halloween night.
I’m alone, surviving on instinct now. How long can I keep that up?
